Why do heathen nations rage?
Why vain things do people mind?
Kings of earth in plots engage
Rulers are in league combined.
Thus against the Lord they speak
Thus against His Christ they say
Let us join their bands to break
Let us cast their cords away.
He shall laugh who sits above
God Most High shall scorn them all;
Them in anger fierce reprove;
Burning wrath shall on them fall.
Yet according to My will
Have I set My King to reign;
Him on Zion’s holy hill
My Anointed I’ll maintain.
Thus hath said the Lord Most High
“I will publish the decree;
Thee I own My Son
for I
Have this day begotten Thee.
“Ask
for heritage I’ll make
All the heathen nations Thine;
Thou shalt in possession take
Earth to its remotest line.
Let Thy rod of iron fall;
Break them with Thy scepter’s sway;
Dash them into pieces small
Like the potter’s brittle clay.
Therefore
kings
be wise
give ear;
Hearken
judges of the earth;
Learn to serve the Lord with fear
Mingle trembling with your mirth.
Fear His wrath
and kiss the Son
Lest ye perish from the way
When His wrath is but begun
Blest are all that on Him stay.
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